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Ыоуве Been Warned :: Patterson James
Страница: 30 из 138In his efforts to keep herin the dark about our relationship, Michael has mastered the art of complete indifference toward me when the three of us are together. So much so that it’s comical.
Not to mention pretty smart.
Seconds later, Penley assures us that the ruse is still working. After informing me that Dakota and Sean are in their rooms, getting dressed for school, she turns to Michael as if she’s just thought of something.
“Hey, what about Kristin?” she says. She turns back to me, not waiting for Michael to respond. “I mean, I’ve never heard you talk about having a boyfriend. I assume that means you’re available. You are, right? Available?”
Available for what?
She explains, “I was telling Michael about this guy I know at my gym who was upset about his girlfriend leaving him. I think what he needs to do is start dating again as soon as possible. Would you like to meet him, Kristin? He’s cute.”
“You mean, like a blind date?” I ask.
“Call it whatever you want.”
I glance at Michael, who raises an eyebrow. His “Ignore Kristin” facade looks to be crumbling at the prospect of my going out with another guy who is “cute.” Nonetheless, there’s not much he can do or say at that moment, and we both know it.
“Gee, Penley, I don’t know,” I hedge.
She shrugs. “What’s there to know? Unless, of course, you’re gay – which is nothing to be ashamed of, mind you. You’re not a lesbian, are you, Kristin? You can tell me.”
I shake my head, utterly speechless.
“Oh, goody, it’s settled, then!” says Penley, over the moon. “His name is Stephen. I’ll tell him all about you and we’ll set something up. He is a hunk, Kristin.”
Gee, I can’t wait.
Chapter 23
PENLEY SURE KNOWS how to clear a room.
She saunters away to organize a guest list for her latest charity benefit. This one, gag me, is for the Elementary Etiquette Society and involves Dakota and Sean, poor kids. “Then it’s off to the gym.”
Michael leaves to take a shower and get changed – finally -for work.
And I go to grab the kids for breakfast.
“Good morning, princess,” I say, peeking my head into Dakota’s pink-and-lace room to see her sitting on the edge of her canopy bed, reading The Trumpet of the Swan.
She looks up and gives me one of her heart-melting smiles. “Good morning, Miss Kristin.”
“All dressed?” I ask.
Dakota glances down, frowning at her Preston Academy uniform.
Not to mention pretty smart.
Seconds later, Penley assures us that the ruse is still working. After informing me that Dakota and Sean are in their rooms, getting dressed for school, she turns to Michael as if she’s just thought of something.
“Hey, what about Kristin?” she says. She turns back to me, not waiting for Michael to respond. “I mean, I’ve never heard you talk about having a boyfriend. I assume that means you’re available. You are, right? Available?”
Available for what?
She explains, “I was telling Michael about this guy I know at my gym who was upset about his girlfriend leaving him. I think what he needs to do is start dating again as soon as possible. Would you like to meet him, Kristin? He’s cute.”
“You mean, like a blind date?” I ask.
“Call it whatever you want.”
I glance at Michael, who raises an eyebrow. His “Ignore Kristin” facade looks to be crumbling at the prospect of my going out with another guy who is “cute.” Nonetheless, there’s not much he can do or say at that moment, and we both know it.
“Gee, Penley, I don’t know,” I hedge.
She shrugs. “What’s there to know? Unless, of course, you’re gay – which is nothing to be ashamed of, mind you. You’re not a lesbian, are you, Kristin? You can tell me.”
I shake my head, utterly speechless.
“Oh, goody, it’s settled, then!” says Penley, over the moon. “His name is Stephen. I’ll tell him all about you and we’ll set something up. He is a hunk, Kristin.”
Gee, I can’t wait.
Chapter 23
PENLEY SURE KNOWS how to clear a room.
She saunters away to organize a guest list for her latest charity benefit. This one, gag me, is for the Elementary Etiquette Society and involves Dakota and Sean, poor kids. “Then it’s off to the gym.”
Michael leaves to take a shower and get changed – finally -for work.
And I go to grab the kids for breakfast.
“Good morning, princess,” I say, peeking my head into Dakota’s pink-and-lace room to see her sitting on the edge of her canopy bed, reading The Trumpet of the Swan.
She looks up and gives me one of her heart-melting smiles. “Good morning, Miss Kristin.”
“All dressed?” I ask.
Dakota glances down, frowning at her Preston Academy uniform.